Bjork "Desired Constellation" |
It's tricky when you feel someone has done something on your behalf It's slippery when your sense of justice murmurs underneath and is asking you, How am I going to make it right? How am I going to make it right? With a palm full of stars I throw them like dice, repeatedly On the table, repeatedly I shake them like dice And throw them on the table, repeatedly Until the desired constellation appears. How am I going to make it right? How am I going to make it right? How am I going to make it right? And did you hear, how am I going to make it right? How am I going to make it right? How am I going to make it right? How am I going to make it right? A fit memory. Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |